"Ah, Beck! Thank goodness you finally called! I would like to schedule an appointment for Lip Augmentation, my lips look like a paper cut and Mr. Lexington has retired from plastic surgery!"

"Mom...this is Paisely." Paisely Mont Vernon sputtered tearily, letting hot, salty tears flow snottily down her face. It was exactly midnight, the brights lights of Las Vegas mixed with the night sky streaming into the Costa penthouse through the long, wispy white curtains of the glass balcony doorway. The luxurious residence was eerily quiet, everyone having retreated to their Egyptian cotton sheets, but Paisely stayed wide awake, bundled up in furry, pink Lafayette pashminas on one of the white sectional sofas. The living room chandeliers were dimmed and the large, flat screen TV that was big enough to fit inside an AMAX movie theater was playing EJNYC on mute, the colors casting shadows across Paisely's face as she cried over Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Chip Ice Cream.

She heard her mother give a slight chortle of embarrassment and imagined her cheeks flushing. "Oh, hi baby. Sorry, I've been waiting for Mr. Beckford's call for two weeks now and he still hasn't gotten back to me so when you called, I got a little excited-"

"Mom, I'm ready to come home now!" Paisely blurted out before her mother could sink into one of her usual ramblings about everything that was wrong with her from her "paper cut" lips to her ass - which had already been magnified to be bigger than Nicki Minaj's. While Daisy Mont Vernon, formerly known as Daisy Scott, had been the biggest supermodel of the 80s, ever since she'd lost her perfect figure from popping out Paisely, she'd become a little too in love with going under the knife. Paisely always felt something at the pit of her stomach tightening whenever she overheard Clarissa Costa and Eve Lexington calling her mother a "surgery addict" behind her back. It wasn't like her surgery came out like one of the tragic stories on Botched, she looked amazing!

So amazing, in fact, that she looked more like Paisely's 25 year old sister rather than her mother.

Daisy sighed but Paisely couldn't tell if it was relief of missing her daughter or exhaustion at the thought of her coming home. "Baby," She chuckled. "Spring Break just started. Aren't you having fun in, where was it? London? Las Vegas?"

"Las Vegas," Paisely answered, stuffing a mouthful of chocolate chip ice cream in her mouth as another tear slipped down her cheek.

"Well, that's fun, right?" Daisy exclaimed. "You're having fun with your friends! What is it? Do you need more money? I can't possibly imagine how you might have might spent twenty million in three days but if you're running out-"

"Everyone hates me," Paisely interrupted again, her voice cracking and suddenly it was pouring out of her like it usually did when she was laying on her mother's lap. "I did something really, really, really bad and I tried to fix it...I tried to apologize..." Paisely gasped as she trailed off, the painful memory of what had just transpired running through her head like a migraine.

After being tricked into leaking Veronica's sex tape instead of her embarrassing youtube videos, she'd tried to make it right. She'd stormed out of the Country Club restaurant, Jac Lexington attentively on her heels, and found Benny, Seth, and Chris all huddled near the Costa's sleek, black limousine, comforting a hysterical Veronica. And she'd cautiously stormed forward and tried to apologize.

She had tried to comfort herself with the thought that maybe it wasn't so bad. With the way Veronica soberly went around sleeping with everyone, it didn't seem like the Russian-Bangladesh girl would even care. And yet when Paisely reached the group and seen the girl's face, she instantly knew it was that bad.

Because Veronica looked completely and utterly broken.

"Veronica, I would have never leaked that video if I knew it was...that," Paisely had explained, wiping away her own tears, her only foundation Jac's comforting hand massaging her back. "Chris had told me it was a youtube video I was leaking so I thought it was okay. And-and kind of adorable. I never meant to do this to you, I just thought I had to because you were coming after me and I'm really tired of people coming after me. And-and taking me for dumb and treating me like I'm some silly girl. If I could take it back, I would."

She was midway into another tear fest when she finished and yet she still felt a stirring in her chest because it wasn't enough. She had tarnished someone else's image for what? To stop her own image from being demolished? To keep her own dirty little secret from seeing the light of Beverly Hills? That hadn't been the reason why she participated in the downfall of Erika Felix and it wasn't the reason for why she had leaked Veronica's sextape.

Paisely knew the real reason but couldn't get herself to admit it. Or maybe she was really just too dumb to understand it.

Veronica had stared unblinkingly as she apologized, dried tears on her otherwise flawless face, Benny and Seth each having one arm encircled around her thin shoulders. "Coming for you? Why would you think I was coming for you? I was your friend!" She'd suddenly screeched and then turned to Chris. "And you had a part in this?"

Everyone turned their glares on the smug red-haired boy who was standing off to the side. However, instead of cracking down under their gazes, he simply shrugged, the very words he had said next breaking Paisely's heart, "I have no idea what she's talking about."

"Wha-what?" Paisely gasped, her voice shrinking into a strangled hiccup."But you're the one who gave me the tape! You're the one who told me I should do this!" He had seemed so into her finally "getting her justice" and yet he was turning her into an outcast!

Benny was the first to tsk, leveling her glare with Chris's innocent puzzlement. "Oh, come on, Chris. We all know you're the messiest person that's ever walked the Earth. Aren't you the one who orchestrated the whole get-rid-of-Erika plan?"

"That's a good point." Seth mirrored in agreement.

"Pft, not really," Chris sniggered defensively. "Why would I do that to my girlfriend of all people?"

"Uh, because you're an unidentifiable organism with no heart." Jac retorted slickly.

"Chris," Paisely found herself beginning but unable to end.

Chris raised his hands as if he were attempting to calm a violent situation and while the situation wasn't exactly violent, the reeling in Paisely's mind had been. "Look, I think I know why our sweet little cinnamon roll, Paisely, did this."

"But I didn't do this BY MYSELF!" Paisely exclaimed, tears blurring her vision so that the boy orchestrating a case against her was just fuzzy circles of light like the street lights that added to the Las Vegas luster. She felt Jac pulling her into a cradle-like hug, her Valentino 'Donna' perfume engulfing her like a mist cloud.

Chris ignored her outburst as if she were a child, as if she were dumb, as if she were a Michelle. "Paisely probably did this because Veronica knows her little secret - and yes, even precious cinnamon rolls like Daisy Paisely has secrets," He said with an eye roll. "But this secret is huge! Veronica told me about a couple of days ago! Who knew little Paisely was so scandalous!"

Paisely felt her heart speeding up and her grip on the thin strap of Jac's Jole romper tightened. She could barely get out a word but the words in her head seemed loud and clear. 'You wouldn't!' If he really cared about her like he said, then he wouldn't!

Right?

But apparently he would because as everyone stared in scrutiny at the boy as he chuckled to himself, he rolled up the sleeves of his white long-sleeved Lacoste polo shirt as if he were about to start some dirty work. "Well, Paisely isn't such a pure, precious cinnamon roll," He said with a taunting smile, staring directly in Paisely's eyes as he began, "Because at the Venice Beach Bonfire last year, you know, that one party where she got so drunk that the family bodyguards had to take her home? Well, when her-"

"I did it because I felt like it!" Paisely cried, suddenly feeling as if she were going to faint right on the hard concrete of the Las Vegas strip where confetti littered the ground like ice cream speckled with oreos. And as she forced her eyes upward, they met Chris' brown ones and she quickly realized that she couldn't deny it.

She couldn't deny sole involvement in hurting Veronica because Chris had a look that she recognized all too well on someone else, a look that was actually embedded with words that danced off into her mind, 'Shall I tell them your dirty little secret?" The one secret buried so deep that she was able to blissfully forget, blissfully be Paisely Mont Vernon without any such reminders.

Chris had never been on her side, he had been lying to her. No, manipulating her. He didn't care if she was being dragged to and fro by everyone and their chihuahua. He was just here to wreak havoc and as usual, Paisely was the easiest to control. She really was dumb, weak, and incompetent.

"Because you felt like it?" Benny scoffed slowly although it seemed as if she wasn't sure if she was supposed to be disgusted or concerned.

Paisely swallowed hard because she knew what she had to do. She was going to have to lose her friends, the ones she loved so much, to keep being blissfully forgetful. So she mustered up the best glare she could, realizing that it had come far easier than most and turned it on Veronica. She wasn't channeling any Queen Bee as she began, not even Erika Felix herself. "I lied. I wasn't trying to leak some stupid youtoobie videos. I wanted to get your sex tape out to everyone so they could all see what a slut you are....and I thought I could be a better Erika. And I kind of think I am. I mean, I leaked a sex tape! Not a couple of boobie pictures! I was going to lie about it but I've realized I don't care about saving face. You're just a slut and some would say you got what was coming."

Then she forced a carefree laugh that was everything but what she was feeling inside. "Wasn't I clever?"

The entire group gasped and Paisely felt Jac's hands fall limply to her sides, ending the last trickle of friendship she had left.

She felt Chris' approval burning into her as she gave her best Marilyn Monroe smile, giggling a tad so that her blonde, curly hair could follow her flawless movement - and then Veronica slapped her across the face so hard that she could feel her cheek reddening.

"Erika was right about you," She screeched, tears glistening in her brown eyes. "All those times you screwed her over! Getting her arrested for shoplifting, stealing her boyfriend, outing her to the homophobic side of Beverly Hills! You're a real bitch just hiding behind that sweet princess act...and here I thought she was kidding."

The words felt like the dreaded beep of a maxed out credit card but Paisely held it together, not even reaching to cradle her swollen cheek. "It took you long enough to notice, you dumb slut."

"Are you even Paisely?" Benny shouted but Paisely quickly turned on her heel, pushing her way out of her tight-knit group of former friends and strutting down the loosely crowded Las Vegas strip without another word. Without another word so that she wouldn't end up hurting someone else with her calculated words.

She'd taken an icky cab back to the penthouse and the ride didn't give her any comfort as Sia's 'Big Girls Cry,' was blasting the entire way back and the driver wasn't very friendly. When she got back she tried to avoid running into anyone, locking herself outside on the cold balcony and swimming in the neon pool - clothes on - before going back inside as everyone was coming in, darting to the glass refrigerator to grab a bag of Crispy Creme donuts, Buttery popcorn, Hot Cheetos, and Minute Maid Lemonade, and running back out onto the balcony and locking herself out once more.

No one came to talk to her and once everyone was fast asleep on the second floor, Paisely crept back into the penthouse, dumped her trash, grabbed a carton of Ben & Jerry's ice cream and plopped on to the white sectional sofa to call her mother. Because she certainly wasn't welcome here anymore, not with all the horrible things she'd said, not when she had finally realized it hadn't been Veronica out to destroy her, but rather the boy she thought she loved instead.

She didn't tell her mother the gory details; her secret, what she'd said, or even about Chris. She simply told her she wanted to come home because everyone hates her and Daisy Mont Vernon immediately sprinted into action.

"Okay, well we're in St. Martin right now...on a cruise ship but I'm sure we could get a jet to fly you over-"

"In the middle of the ocean?" Paisely asked, her stomach turning as if she were flying over an ocean at that very moment.

"Yeah, sure!" Daisy exclaimed jollily. "Unless, you'd rather spend the rest of the break with your sister. She and her friends are hosting E! News back in Beverly Hills and then a segment on Fashion Police for Bitch Stole My Look! Isn't that wonderful? I always knew Jill was going to grow up to call bitches out on their fashion theft!"

"That sounds nice," Paisely replied quietly. Maybe that's what she needed, to go back to Beverly Hills and get a head start on getting familiar with being...

With being what? A loser? A wannabe? A lonely bitch? 'Well, I suppose Lindsey Wells is really nice,' She thought to herself. Maybe she could lose some weight and join the Alabaster Award-winning Cheer Squad. At least she'd be a wannabe with a talent!

Daisy laughed on the other end. "This will be great! I've always been saying you and Jill need to spend more time together! Maybe then she'll stop calling you a dumbass!"

Paisely laughed too to match her mother's happy demeanor and once the phone call was over, she scooped up another spoonful of ice cream and made a train straight to her mouth, crying as the creamy dairy melted in her mouth.

She had done the right thing. She had stopped her secret from being dug up and thrown out onto the surface. She did what she had to do. But now she didn't have any friends to comfort her for being so mature.

"You're leaving?"

Paisely looked up from her carton of ice cream with a small squeal to see Chris Edwards himself across the room, red hair untidy and clad in Calvin Klein lounge wear with an expression that Paisely knew was concern but refused to believe after tonight. Because a boy who humiliated her with names and threatened to spill her secret wasn't someone who actually cared about her.

And she knew that now.

Sniffling silently, she set her carton of Ben & Jerry's on the coffee table, undoing herself out of her pashminas. "Yeah, I'm leaving," She answered, voice feeling thick as if she'd just chugged a bottle of lemon juice and she watched his expression carefully. Where was the boy that sent her Daisy Paisely texts every morning and wore Agent Provocateur thongs on his head to make her laugh? Or the boy that was urging her to stand up to Erika because he cared? Or even the boy who told her he wanted to see her come out on top because he hated seeing others drag her down?

Paisely was starting to think that boy never existed. Chris was a dog and all those looks that she thought said something more were just acts.

She pulled one of the soft, satin couch pillows onto her lap and hugged it to her chest with all her might.

"I think that's good that you're leaving," Chris simpered. "Let's be honest here, babe, you're not really good at this game, are you?"

"I guess not." Paisely said sullenly and they fell silent for a moment - although Paisely had the feeling the silence was more uncomfortable for her rather than Chris. She sucked in a breath."Veronica didn't know anything did she?" She asked, trying to push his words aside and ignore the involuntary tears that threatened to spill over the brims of her eyes.

"No, she's not very good at the game either," Chris shrugged again. "Don't tell her I told you that."

Paisely bit her bottom, chapped lip to keep from crying as she looked down at her palms that were splotchy red from holding onto a frozen spoon. "And she didn't lock me in the closet, huh?"

"No and you know the rest, Paige," He answered without hesitation, yawning dramatically. "Woo, I'm tired. Have a nice flight and see you at school, okay?" He pointed at her with a light snicker and headed for the winding staircase as if he'd simply come down for an evening snack and Paisely tried to find her words.

Not mean words, just words that would calm the little girl in her that wanted to tear herself apart from the inside. She didn't know why she felt self-destructing, she had done what she had to do. But maybe it was the fact that she'd been pushed into it by the one person she had refused to believe was the scandalous all along. It was easy to believe Veronica had locked her in the closet and dug through her phone to find her darkest secret but Chris? She still couldn't wrap her head around it but then again, she had a hard time wrapping her head around her English quizzes.

'Because I'm a dumbass.'

"Why do you do it?" She found herself asking, stopping Chris midway up the stairs.

He smirked as he looked down on her, as usual. "Do what?"

"Why do you start...um, why do you start, uh-"

"Is the word you're looking for conflict, babe?"

"Yeah, conflict." Paisely huffed, flustered that he had to find the word for her.

Chris gave a rueful smile that was pinched with the same expression Paisely always thought she seen in him but was starting to think had always been a facade. However, at this very moment, she knew it wasn't one of Chris' scheming ways. The expression was real. The expression was depression. "Because life is perfect, perfect parents, perfect house, perfect people, perfect money. Life is perfectly, annoyingly boring and then you die."

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"No fair! Stay where you are! I don't want you here!" Paisely heard Jill Mont Vernon cry on the other end of her iPhone 6s.

Despite it being nearly six a.m. in the morning, the McCarran International Airport was bustling with tourists and Las Vegas spring breakers heading back to wherever they came from, dragging luggage bags - some designer, some straight from Walmart - behind them as they hurried to and fro through the long, marble lobby.

Paisely squeezed past a big group of kids sporting UCLA t-shirts. "I promise I won't be in the way," Paisely pleaded to her twelve year old sister, feeling slightly clingy and pathetic for even begging. "I'll just stand in the back when you interview people on why that bitch stole their look!"

"YOU'RE RUINING EVERYTHING!" was all she heard next before Jill went into a screaming fit over the phone, the sound of glass clattering and breaking in the background before the line went dead.

Paisely whimpered and slipped her phone back in the small pouch of her pink Gucci travel bag that was filled with what she realized very little of her Spring Break wardrobe. She had been in such a haste to be out of the penthouse before her old friends woke up that she'd left her personal closet half full with bikinis, sandals, and tears that probably tasted like ice cream and stupidity. And yet all she could feel was relief that no one had been up to stop her - although she wasn't sure if even Jac would have stopped her after the horrible things she'd had to say.

After buying a ticket straight back to Beverly Hills - she was riding First Class because Daisy thought it was "silly" to use a jet just for an hour travel home - Paisely sunk into one of the hard, bright blue benches of the airport next to a woman trying to balance a toddler clad in Louis Vuitton on her lap and talk into her Prada cellphone at the same time.

She tried playing games on her phone to pass the time - which was approximately an hour and thirty minutes until the flight - and doing anything but checking what was happening on social media because if she did, she would only feel worse if Veronica Conrad's sextape had blown up.

However, the scandal found her anyway despite avoiding Twitter for Candy Crush. Texts were streaming in from every gossip fanatic in the Beverly Hills district!

'Who's the dude with the big flashlight in the video? Is it Todd Lancaster?'

'Heard the Conrads are going broke from travelling all the time. Veronica probably did the sextape to pay for the yacht. HA!'

'WHERE IS DAMON?'

'Is it true you're Chris' side case again?'

'Knew Veronica was a slut but this video takes it to new heights.'

'She filmed this video to get into an Ivy League because the Conrads don't have enough to bribe.'

'I'm downloading the video so I can sell it to pay for my East Prep tuition, Hope this isn't violating any rights or anything. Thanks in advance!'

'Watch Lifetime make a movie out of this.'

'Hashtag Free Jared Hayward, pass it on!'

'SERIOUSLY, WHERE IS DAMON?'

'And just when we thought you weren't a raging bitch with a preference for backstabbing. Way to go on being Erika 2.o ; The Blonde Edition.'

Paisely felt her breakfast - a green Kale smoothie from Starbucks because she was far too dejected to treat herself - rising up in her stomach as she read the latest text. She hadn't been trying to be Erika 2.0. She hadn't wanted to be - or maybe she was.

Paisely would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy being Alabaster's new It Girl because she did. She felt like the only girl in the world accepting the Everyday Hero award at the Love Wins event and she felt like a glorious, worshipped Queen looking over her subjects with all the wannabes that once herded around Erika, finally herding around her instead. Being the bitchy girl of the year was awfully glamorous, like the exhilarating feeling you get when you're about to drive the new Ferrari your parents bought six months ahead of your Sweet Sixteen - and Paisely had loved every minute of it.

And the lingering guilt of taking down Erika wasn't authentic...it was something more than guilt itself.

It was the reason why she'd leaked Veronica's sex tape in the first place.

She loved her.

"Paisely Mont Vernon?" Paisely felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned around with a startled eep! Nearly dropping her iPhone onto the glossy, tiled flooring of the airport.

Her jaw dropped as she took in the ghost standing in front of her, dressed in a baggy, grey-blue suit adorned by a name tag with the name, 'Edd.' Except she knew for a fact the boy in front of her was not named something as generic as Edd. "OMG, JARED?" She literally screamed, not even cowering at the looks of confusion she garnered.

Jared Hayward only managed to give a lame wave before Paisely was pulling him into one of the hugs she usually gave her puppy, Sweetie, whenever she was gone for longer than thirty minutes. While she hadn't been exactly close to Alabaster's favorite former drug dealer, she truly did miss his looming, 'behind-the-scenes,' presence at every Beverly Hills hotspot - and the absolutely disrespectfully horrid love poems he wrote to Alabaster faculty to either make their day or break it. However, despite how popular he'd been before, he all but completely lost relevancy when he was outed for his supplying to rich teenagers and promptly kicked out of the preparatory school - and the entire city.

But Paisely couldn't hug him for long as he smelled like stale toothpaste, cheapness, and airport soap.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" She queried loudly and Jared shifted his stiff posture.

"Paisely, you're embodying a deafening wave with your voice right now." He said ever so eloquently and then seemingly more to himself. "Embodying a deafening wave, I'm a genius!"

"What does that mean?" Paisely asked, hating that she had no idea what that phrase even meant.

Jared opened his mouth as if he were going to explain but quickly closed it to her dismay. "Look, to answer your question, I just escaped a life-threatening situation with just barely my flesh and soul and you happen to be just who I need to see."

"Life-threatening?" Paisely gasped, scenarios like being forced to shop at Goodwill or driving a Toyota running through her scattered brain.

"Yeah, life-threatening as in military school with the most disgusting human beings I've ever had the misfortune of living with."

"YOU HAD TO LIVE WITH THE HELP?" She exclaimed astonishingly and then quickly realized she was 'embodying a deafening wave,' and blushed slightly. "Oops, sorry."

Jared, however, didn't seem to mind her second outrageous outburst, looking very un-Jared without the signature Norse Projects beanies he was known for. "N0, worse," He corrected, face going pale and light brown eyes almost having a faraway look to them. "Brainwashed children of conservative thinking."

"Whaaaat?"

"Nothing. What matters is I've escaped and I came here because I need to find Erika's minions. That annoying rumor mill said you guys are here. You're all here, right?"

"Yes..." Paisely replied hesitantly, trying to brush off the offense of the plural noun, 'Erika's minions.'

"And that birthday-playboy bunny party? It's this Friday, right?"

"Yes..wait, how do you know it's playboy bunny-themed?"

"That annoying rumor mill," Jared replied nonchalantly, hands in the ridiculously long pockets of the weird suit he was wearing. "It's amazing and kind of creepy how that thing is still going, it's like TMZ but everything is always true and it runs more efficiently."

'That means he probably knows about what an Erika 2.0 I am now,' she thought sullenly but quickly wiped the thought out of her mind like a car rain guard.

"Anyway," He sighed and if it weren't for the baggy suit, the action might have been perfect for a pretentious Tumblr picture. "I gotta get going. I've got connections to reattach and money to make or else I'm gonna be a Rent sob story. See you at the party?" He started on his pompous way, leaving Paisely standing in the middle of the crowded airport feeling completely isolated - only to stop, spin around and come back.

Paisely sucked in a breath.

"Yeah, I can't believe I'm doing this because she's a complete bitch who does not go with my aesthetic at all buuut," He sighed again but with a tentative smile accentuating his indie features. "Your friend, Erika? She's one of the people in that military Hell I was in. It's called East Hampton Military School and it's right on the outskirts of the Hamptons," He rubbed the nape of his neck sheepishly. "Someone should go get her in my opinion."

With that, he finally walked away, not even waiting for Paisely's reaction and disappearing in the crowds thickening the airport as they hurried for their flights.

And once he was out of sight, Paisely broke into a heaving fit that might have rivaled her sister Jill's. 'She's in military school?' Because of her? Because of their kiss? She had always had a feeling at the very core of her gut that told her Erika wasn't skipping around on a cloud hovering over rainbows. Mr. Felix had said she was leaving the city but military school? Erika was suffering all because of this sick plan she'd let Chris talk her into!

Sobbing noiselessly, Paisely collapsed back onto the bench, ignoring the burning gaze she was receiving from the little toddler clad in Louis Vuitton sitting on her mother's lap.

Benny Costa and whoever sent that text were right. Veronica Conrad was right. And Erika had truly been right all along. She was a bitch in disguise! And now Erika was in military school stuck with brainwashed children of conservative thinking - whatever that means! - because of her.

'Because of me! Me! Me!' Paisely was practically screaming in her head.

The flight from Las Vegas to Beverly Hills was finally announced to be taking off in fifteen minutes and the woman carrying her fashionably dressed child stood up - and startled Paisely by resting a hand on her shoulder. "Honey, if it's the boy's fault, don't run after him. He's done you a favor...especially with that god awful bag he calls clothes that he's wearing." She strutted off without another word, her dark-haired baby girl staring at Paisely over her shoulder whilst swinging a small Louis Vuitton bag in her chubby hand.

Paisely managed to laugh through her tears because little did the woman know, it was a girl she was shedding tears for...and it wasn't fully Erika's fault, she'd had a part in it too.

So what did that mean? Did that mean she shouldn't run after Erika? Or did that mean running was exactly what she should do?

Strangely, the answer was already clear.

Hiking up her Gucci travel bag on her shoulder, she strutted back in the long line of travelers waiting to purchase tickets.

She needed to exchange her flight to Beverly Hills for a flight straight to the Hamptons.

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A/N: I like to think I did some kind of character study with Paisely & a little bit of Chris (I'm kind of saving a few things with him for the next book) in this chapter but I don't know if I aced it or not but I hope this chapter gave insight. I am so sorry for the long wait, this is like the 345th time I've had to apologize for this and I apologize for that too.

Thank you to all who reads, I appreciate and love you all for reading every time I post, especially with how sporadic it always is :/

I'm also going to dedicate this chapter to sakkyyna because her book Terrible Things is amazing and deserves much more reads! So check it out! <3